Bad Girls Do Get Eaten

"Bad Girl" Valerie is killed by Spike the Vampire. She comes back as a vampire herself, and is them suspected in the vampire killing of Kelly Taylor.

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Bad Girls Do

Get Eaten

By MrBillyD

1

My name is Valerie Malone. According to the Beverly Beat, a local newsletter, I'm
"The 24 year old, dark haired, sexy part owner, of the Beverly
Hills nightclub; 'Peachpit After/Dark'." We serve drinks, and we have live
entertainment on the weekends. On weeknights David Silver is in the D/J
booth.

Around 9 P.M. on a Tuesday night, business was slow. Less than half the tables were
occupied. The recorded
music blared, but not loud enough to drown out any
conversation.

I was seated at the bar, going over some paperwork, when a guy
sat on the stool beside me.

"Evenin' Valerie luv." He
spoke with an English Cockney accent. "Can I buy you somethin' to
drink?"

He was Spike; a mean looking dude in a black leather
jacket. He had a firm
build and curly, white hair: A retro, punk rocker, Sid Vicious
wannabe look. He'd been
showing up almost every night, for the past two weeks, with a
ditzy blonde chic named Harmony. She also had a mean look to her, but neither of them had
caused any trouble.
Tonight he was alone.

"Thank you Spike." I told
him, "Maybe you haven't heard, but I'm part owner of the
Club. I'm the one who
buys drinks for customers. Not the other way around."

"Then I'll have my usual."

I said, "That was slick, but you're the one, who has to pay for
the drinks first."

Then I asked, "So where's your girlfriend, what's her
name?
Harmony?"

"She's on ice."

"'On ice'?" I said
scornfully, "You mean you haven't broken up with her, but you're
now on the prowl?"

"That's partly correct."

"What part?"

"When I said 'She's on ice', I meant that literally. Right now she's hanging upside down
and naked, inside a freezer, with the lights
off."

"You see, our employer doesn't take any lip, from any of their
employees."

"Don't you think that's kind of excessive? Every now and then, I have to give
somebody a good talking to, and that's enough."

"We are employed by the law firm Wolfram and Hart. Our employer enforces Company rules,
in a way that we employees never forget."

I said, "Law firm? You
don't look like a lawyer to me; and Harmony just doesn't seem
like someone who could pass any kind of a bar
exam."

"Harm and I aren't lawyers." He told me, "She and I enforce company policy, in a way
that our clients never forget."

I said, "Enforcers?"

He said, "Wolfram and Hart wants me to explain Company policy to
you Ms. Malone, in a way you'll never forget."

I looked at Spike's face.
That night he looked more than mean. He looked
dangerous.

I told him, "You get out of here right now, or I'll call the
police."

"Go ahead." He told me,
"I'm sure they'll be interested to learn about the time, when you
pretended to be pregnant by a married man, who you had a fling
with. You then got him to
pay for a fake abortion, along with hush money.

"The law calls that fraud and blackmail, for which you can do an
unhealthy amount of jail time."

I told him, "You can't prove that."

"Wolfram and Hart can, along with providing evidence of your
involvement in a murder."

"Murder?"

"Maybe more than one."

"What's this all about?"

"We know for a fact, that you allow gambling and drug dealing
inside this club, with you getting a percentage of every
transaction."

"Oh I see." I said, "And your employer wants a percentage
too."

"Meet me outside, in the parking lot, in 15 minutes," he said,
"and be sure you come alone."

15 minutes later I was out in the parking lot, with a loaded
pistol in my handbag.
Spike stood beside a car, at the dark end of the parking lot,
furthest from the street.
I came over to him.

He opened the front door on the passenger side, and told me, "Get
in."

"Forget it Mr. Tough Guy.
I'm not getting in a car with you."

"All right cautious lady." He shut the door. "Stand there."

"Good enough." I told
him. "Now tell me what's
the deal."

"You're a very bad girl Valerie." He said, "I come from Sunnydale, which is full of very
bad girls."

"Sunnydale? Vampire
Town?"

"And do you know what happens to very bad girls in
Sunnydale?"

"I've heard that they get killed and eaten by
vampires."

He said, "Exactly."

Suddenly his arms were around me. He pulled me up against himself, and put his mouth
against my neck. He had a
pair of sharp, heavy fangs, which he stabbed inside my
neck.